01.Apr.18, 09:15 AM
The expression Indivara saw was one of consideration. R’nd had noticed some changes in the woman over the last several weeks and while some were subtle and easily over looked, others were bordering on uncharacteristic for the fiery spirit she possessed. He knew her rather well, considered her as a little sister even, but he also enjoyed people-watching and R’nd was rather confident in his assessment, especially when he saw how Indivara flushed at the simple gesture of buying a gift for V’ler.
He’d bring that up in a bit, though, as some soap-sand was thrust into his hands and he sniffed it, enjoying the scent of rose, which the label clearly stated but R’nd liked to see for himself how true each scent was. He nodded and grinned at the idea of V’ler using the item without it being the only option available to him. Indivara would likely just dump it on his head in a shared bath when the man wasn’t looking and that thought made him smile all the more.
He traded the soap-sand for the oil and opened it without reading the label. Sometimes he liked to see if he could figure out all the ingredients before checking. It was spicy, as if someone was baking. He caught a whiff of cinnamon and possibly clove. Checking the label and R’nd was proud to see he caught two of the three spices, having missed nutmeg. “You have a knack for this, Indivara. I think Veeth will love it.” He smiled genuinely down at the girl and placed the bottle back in her basket. He could definitely see the young blue enjoying the new oil that still had a touch of Larrikith in it but was now his own fun scent.
“This,” R’nd pulled out one of the bottles he had just collected and popped the lid so he could hold it out for Indivara to sniff, “is what I like to smell like when I haven’t been rolled through lavender.” He spared Indivara the details but smiled to himself at the memory of a Flight not too long ago that happened while B’jin had been oiling his troublemaking dragon. It had ended with both of them and their linens covered in the scented oil and R’nd was convinced their bedroom and his body carried hints of lavender for at least a week.
As he capped the bottle and put it back in his basket when Indivara was done with it, R’nd casually mentioned, “it looks good on you, by the way,” purposely not mentioning what it was he was referring to.
He’d bring that up in a bit, though, as some soap-sand was thrust into his hands and he sniffed it, enjoying the scent of rose, which the label clearly stated but R’nd liked to see for himself how true each scent was. He nodded and grinned at the idea of V’ler using the item without it being the only option available to him. Indivara would likely just dump it on his head in a shared bath when the man wasn’t looking and that thought made him smile all the more.
He traded the soap-sand for the oil and opened it without reading the label. Sometimes he liked to see if he could figure out all the ingredients before checking. It was spicy, as if someone was baking. He caught a whiff of cinnamon and possibly clove. Checking the label and R’nd was proud to see he caught two of the three spices, having missed nutmeg. “You have a knack for this, Indivara. I think Veeth will love it.” He smiled genuinely down at the girl and placed the bottle back in her basket. He could definitely see the young blue enjoying the new oil that still had a touch of Larrikith in it but was now his own fun scent.
“This,” R’nd pulled out one of the bottles he had just collected and popped the lid so he could hold it out for Indivara to sniff, “is what I like to smell like when I haven’t been rolled through lavender.” He spared Indivara the details but smiled to himself at the memory of a Flight not too long ago that happened while B’jin had been oiling his troublemaking dragon. It had ended with both of them and their linens covered in the scented oil and R’nd was convinced their bedroom and his body carried hints of lavender for at least a week.
As he capped the bottle and put it back in his basket when Indivara was done with it, R’nd casually mentioned, “it looks good on you, by the way,” purposely not mentioning what it was he was referring to.